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Tuesday, December 22, 2009

APOLOGIESFirst of all I must apologise to all of you, for not posting anything for so long. However, now that I'm back, I'm going to post a couple of things. The first one, which I will post right now, should give you an idea of where I'm at.I'M FIGHTING BACKI've got a diagnostic army in my headfeels like soldiers made of plastic, tin and lead.They are marching up and down to find my brainand a chemical brigade invades my vein.Ack-ack-ack, Ack-ack-attack! I'm fighting back!

Of course, when the diagnosis didn't workthey sent for the Neuro-Surgeon Doctor Burke.Who wanted to drill a hole into my headIt's a simple operation, so he said.Ack-ack-ack, Ack-ack-attack! I'm fighting back!

So I took my head to see another Quackall he did was stick a needle in my back.But hey, even if and when, they find my brainI'll hide my mind, my soul, my memory lane.Ack-ack-ack, Ack-ack- attack! I'm fighting back!

Tuesday, September 08, 2009

TELEPATHICALLYHe sends two men up in a basket that is attached to a balloon. From their Vantage point, high up in the sky, they can report back to him. 'A steel hulled warship is on their tail,' they tell him telepathically.0709092

Wednesday, September 02, 2009

TAKING THE AITCHWith a regal glare he stared at a bottle of lager, and he said. "I know not what luster means, but it is an anagram of Ulster. Also, you can give yourself a treat, by taking the aitch out of threat".020909Posted to The American Sandwich game.. Have you tried it yet?

Tuesday, September 01, 2009

SEPTEMBER BLUESWhen will she come back, will she, won't she come back home, winter's nearly here. With only winter to look forward to now, she starts to feel depressed. As the summer green leaves start to fall, she fears the autumn of her life.010909

Will she comeWill she won't she comeSEPTEMBERCome she won't she willCome she will.010909a

Wednesday, August 26, 2009

WISHFUL THINKINGOh, if only you could make a fracture vanish, by making a noise. Why, you'd just break a leg, pour out the coco pops, and say, 'that's that then'. In real life, you get the fracture, make the noise and it doesn't vanish.260809Posted to The American Sandwich game..

You can clink the links in my sidebar to lots of people born today.You'll find Matt Aitken, Ronald Waterreus, Gene Simmons, and a few more. And of course, if it's YOUR BIRTHDAY today, HAPPY BIRTHDAY to you too!250809a

Wednesday, August 19, 2009

PROLETARIAT? PERHAPS!Decay and revolution, as graceful as a starvation riot. The proletariat storm The Bastille, hoping for a crust of bread. Polishing her nails, she dismisses them, "give them cake, to eat," she says.190809Posted to The American Sandwich game..

Decay, starvationRevolution and riotGRACEFUL SO GRACEFULRiot and revolutionStarvation, decay1908a

Wednesday, August 05, 2009

Written for 3WW CXLIXThe words this week areAccentuate, glamour, and pitch.

Here's mine:

DAVID BECKHAMIn his heyday he was arguably the best passer of the ball.He was able to accentuate the glamour on and off the pitch.But with all that money, how could he remain hungry enough to score?050809aPosted to The American Sandwich game.

Becks pecs beer balls brawlsGlamour on and off the pitchACCENTUATE ITGlamour on and off the pitchBecks pecs beer balls brawls050809

Thursday, July 23, 2009

VOODOO DOLL"Oh, what a perfect day!" she exclaimed, opening the bedroom curtains. She rocked the cradle so violently that even the voodoo doll screamed. Picking it up, she stuffed its head between the springs under the snare drum.230709

The American Sandwich game...

Flash Fiction in 51 syllables, with a poetic filling.

Write a piece of flash fiction in just three American Sentences.Allen Ginsberg's American Sentence has seventeen syllables.Your task is to use as few words as possible to fill the sandwich.

Tuesday, July 14, 2009

The American Sandwich game...

Flash Fiction in 51 syllables, with a poetic filling.

Write a piece of flash fiction in just three American Sentences. Allen Ginsberg's American Sentence has seventeen syllables. Your task is to use as few words as possible to fill the sandwich.

Here's one inspired by Stan Ski's NaiSaiKu:JAMAICA STREET BY BUSI took the seventy seven bus to one five four Jamaica street. It cost three hundred and eight Zloty, which is about sixty two pounds. I could have flown there cheaper, on flight one five four seventy seven.140709

Wednesday, July 08, 2009

I kneel in the road, transparent as a squashed frog in the morning gloom.

JUST A GAMEEven though Gloom is just a game, rabid flesh eating mice can still bite. He played another transparent card, hoping that this would be the end. I'll know I've won, when I see her kneel at her wedding, he tells himself.080709a

Tuesday, July 07, 2009

SUMMERTIME BLUESHi everybody, sorry I've not been able to post much lately, I'm blaming the weather of course. The truth is that it's too hot in Manchester at the minute. And even when it rains, as it has this morning, it's still so stuffy. Anyway, enough of the complaining, what's on the menu today?

Friday, June 26, 2009

SORRY! I couldn’t tell you
that I didn’t tell her
what you told me to say.

I just hid it away
in my bottom drawer
till the lid fell off
and it started to smell.

At first I could only smell it
when I opened the drawer,
so I used to open and close it
quickly, and never looked inside,
‘cause it would have taken too long.

That’s why I didn’t know that
the flies liked the smell, and that
maggots were crawling all over
the bit that had spilled.

In fact I didn’t find out until
everybody else did, the day that
Smickford broke my six inch
ruler, in the inkwell on the
top of my desk, when he tried
to use it to flick a piece of chalk
at Jugghead while his back was turned.

But of course the whole thing
backfired, when the daft ruler
snapped and my desk toppled over.

And the jar of chutney
that I bought from the Bring and Buy sale,
with the pennies that I stole out of your purse,
rolled out onto the floor.

And it was too late
to tell him that I couldn’t
tell you that I didn’t
tell her, that you told
me to say, sorry!
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Wednesday, June 24, 2009

NO MADAMEWith a sparkle in her eye, she told him that she was still a virgin. Without batting an eyelid, the fickle man was sucked into her web. But later he found that the wrinkle free mademoiselle, was no Madame.240609

Her wrinkle free faceand a sparkle in her eyeLOVE IS SO FICKLEa sparkle in her eye andher wrinkle free face240609a

Wednesday, June 17, 2009

Written for 3WWthe words this week are:Arresting, Rhythmic, and Wicked.

Here's mines:

Arrestingwicked rhythmic beatfills the air

Arresting the kid, the cop tapped his feet to the wicked rhythmic beat.

VOODOO DRUMSWith a wicked smile on her face, she stuck a needle into the doll. The arresting officer, called for a SWAT team to help drag her out. She was intoxicated by the rhythmic beat of the Voodoo drums.170609a

More wet than wickedwho's arresting who, these daysMORE RHYTHMIC THAN RHYMEwho's arresting who, these daysmore wet than wicked170609b

Tuesday, June 16, 2009

THE BIG 70Thinking about all the wasted years of driving that station wagon. He rides to the senior citizens bowling green, on his bicycle. Just like sixty years ago, when he used to ride to school everyday.160609

Wednesday, June 10, 2009

Written for 3WW CXLIthe words this week are:Dangerous, Keepsake, and Restless.Here's mine:

POPINCOURT 75011'Don't eat cake, unless there's no bread left', these restless thoughts run through my head. Velorution, Parisian style, dangerous as a Velib bike. But, hardly a keepsake of the Escargot, in this Arrondissement.pc100609